01x06 - Fuimos reyes/We Were Kings

[bunniefuu]

Mike, I'm taking Doña Alicia

to the police station.

Have an ambulance ready, please.

Come on, jefecita. Hang in there, okay?

It's gonna be alright.

POLICE

Jefe, I got a lady who's badly hurt.

I need an ambulance.

Please, get out.

Wait! The Public Ministry's really close.

Let me take her!

Don't worry, man.

We're in charge from this point forward.

Hey! Jefe!

I heard they injected her with something!

Javier Reyes,

you are under arrest

for kidnapping in the first degree.

Come on.

Forget it.

Little birdy told us

you k*lled officer Santos.

You wanna know what we do

to cop K*llers, Mr. Reyes?

Let's go!

WE WERE KINGS

Look at those over there,

at those beautiful, oriental eyes.

'Sup, Rodri?

Shamelessly watching porn

next to the dead now, huh?

No, never.

Just some funny videos on YouTube.

What brings you here, my man?

Well,

the fake police officer

gunned down in Xalpita

was my uncle.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

What about the Nazarene kid?

Wasn't he your family too?

Santos.

He was more like my friend.

So, should I give Ortega

the autopsy results

and the forensic ballistics report

as well?

What do you mean, "as well"?

You mean that there was an autopsy

and ballistics report for Santos?

Of course.

Didn't use to be mandatory,

but now it's by law.

Especially because this was

about an actual officer.

Why did Ortega ask you

to give them to him?

Oh, Mike, that's just what I was told.

You should ask him.

What you doing here?

I just came from the morgue

and was told something very interesting.

How about we talk, Ortega?

Yeah. How about we talk a bit?

You know what this is about, I'm sure.

I know Taiguer was your father.

You knew that all along?

I know much more than you think.

I feel like an as*h*le, Ortega.

I always treated him like an animal!

I saw the man die!

I just saw him on a table at the morgue!

Why didn't Mom tell me anything, though?

Was she forced?

-He r*pe her, Ortega?

-Hey, relax, man.

It simply didn't work out.

Love's complicated.

But why wouldn't my mother tell me

the truth now that he's passed?

After all, he was my father, eh?

Your mom's five steps ahead of you,

cabrón.

She came to the station today to make sure

your dad didn't end up in a mass grave.

Because he's your father. How about that?

Please, don't sh**t.

Officer Reyes to Central. Do you copy?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Chill out. Leave it.

Ortega, what the hell?

So, this is the esteemed brother

of that piece of sh*t, Javo.

f*cking love

today's youth, Ortega.

They think that they're living in some

sort of f*cking movie or something.

Just like you, cabrón,

when you first started.

You thought you were Miami Vice.

Get outta here, Javier.

You're free, go!

He's a f*cking kidnapper, Ortega.

This as*h*le's dangerous.

No different than your brother.

They're all cut

from the same f*cking cloth, Mike.

You wanna apply the law,

you gotta be fair.

If we throw Venegas in the slammer,

then we lock up your brother as well.

They'll each get 30 years.

Only, for Javo, it'll be f*cking hell.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kidnapper here will get

the luxury suite

and unlimited henchmen services.

I'm positive Venegas

is gonna have Javo k*lled in there.

Really disappointed, Ortega.

Always considered you an example,

but you're f*ck' corrupt

like those other cops.

Yeah, yet nobody called me corrupt

when I looked out

for you and your brother.

You call me corrupt

and you've lived with that thief Javo

since you were children

under the same roof.

You know, carnal, I don't really get it.

If they're your family,

the bad ones aren't bad.

How come?

So now, what?

Do we let them go or bust them?

You gotta decide right now.

My only reason for living was Santos.

Hey, don't say that, Malena!

There's many reasons to wanna live.

"Many reasons."

Only I know how I feel, Heidi.

You're gonna have a child!

There's people who love you.

And Javo!

He m*rder*d Santos, he said so.

Lied to my face.

He loves you, Male.

What happened was a tragedy.

And who's to blame in a tragedy?

No one's to blame.

They were equally responsible, huh?

Saying he k*lled him by what he said

is not taking responsibility.

And Santos wouldn't touch booze, ever.

And he drank at my party

'cause you insisted.

-Just forgive Javo!

-I won't forgive Javo!

Not only did he omit certain things,

he lied to my face.

He told me that the k*ller was at large,

and that k*ller never existed, Heidi.

Javo lied to my face, okay?

How could someone do that

and say they love me?

I dare someone to blame this on age,

because my son was the same damn age

and was a man of honor!

Santos was not a man of honor.

He also made mistakes.

You know what, Heidi?

What you're saying is absolute bullshit.

My son was an exemplary man.

He was gonna be a Nazarene.

He went to the Señor de la Cuevita

to pray so we could stay in this house.

Santos was not an exemplary man or perfect

or the saint everyone thinks he was.

And my God! He didn't go

to the Señor de la Cuevita for this house.

You know what, Heidi? You better leave.

Hm.

Please leave.

Take this out on me.

But not on your grandson.

Santos is the father of Santitos.

Or d'you think the name

was just a tribute?

What do you mean?

But you were like a little sister to him.

It can't be. I

He wasn't some saint, Malena.

Same as Javo.

He buried the truth the whole time.

Lied about swearing as Nazarene

and the Señor de la Cuevita.

We were kings,

that's what we were.

We used to play here as kids.

Made all our wishes right here.

WWK

This wall represents who we are.

Our very identities, carnal.

What do I do with you, Javier?

Been thinking about it for days.

I am so tempted to simply arrest you.

Just throw your a*s in prison.

Alright, if that's what you gotta do,

go ahead, Miguel.

Get rid of me once and for all.

Anyway, Malena told me to go to hell.

You can finally be happy.

No.

You don't know me at all, Javier.

That's not who I am.

Malena's the one who doesn't love you.

You know my weak spots, carnal.

You know perfectly well that both

this wall and Malena break me, Mike.

I'd turn back time if I could.

I know there's nothing to be done now,

and that I must

that I should pay for everything

I've done, and so I beg you,

so just please, Mike,

turn me into the police, bro!

I just want this mess to be over already.

What? What are you gonna do? Huh?

You gonna apply the escape law

like these b*stards?

You deserve worse than prison.

They're super pretty.

Ay, Mamá.

Can't believe how cute these are.

Uh-huh, and they're all hand-knitted

by Great Grandma.

-Our spoiled little baby

-Who's that prince?

What's happening, Miguel?

Why did you cover your brother?

Your Javito

has something to tell you.

What is this, Mike? Huh?

Your opportunity to explain yourself

to the family.

It's this or jail.

So it's just me

who is standing accused?

You are

the only thief in this family.

You're the only kidnapper here!

What do you mean a kidnapper?

What do you mean, Miguel?

Explain yourself!

Ma, when Santos died,

I wanted to help Malena pay for her house.

But I stole the wrong truck.

They threatened me by saying

they'd m*rder my whole family

if I didn't take Doña Alicia.

-My hands were tied.

-What?

-How is Doña Alicia?

-Not good.

She's fighting for her life.

Mamá, you knew about this?

Mm-hm.

Yes, hija.

You're covering for him as well?

Aren't you a cop?

Why bring Javier here, Mike?

Ma.

-Take him to the f*ck' station!

-Jefa.

I know this is no one else's fault

but mine, I get it.

I never thought that there could be

someone like you in this world, Javo!

I don't even wanna know

what happened with Santos!

All that and everything that happened

afterwards, everything I hid,

all the stupid things I did,

was all for love.

Was because I love Malena.

How convenient to have a brother

that won't lock you up, right?

-You no longer have a place here, Javier.

-Ma.

-You don't belong here!

-Ma.

-Get out.

-Jefa, please.

I said, get out!

Yeah. Ma's right. Get out!

THE TIGER

SCRAPYARD

I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable,

Mom, but

it might be a good time to explain, no?

Well

I was very young when I met Taiguer.

Fell madly in love with him instantly.

We started seeing each other

in secret for some time, and

I

got pregnant.

I asked him to give up

that life of crime and

also told him

he had to decide between that or us.

That was no life for a baby,

or for starting a family.

So there I was, all alone,

expecting a child.

Miguel Ángel

had always been in love with me.

He was a fine man.

He knew all about Taiguer and me,

and he didn't care.

We then, uh,

we moved in together, and

the rest is history.

I should've told you the truth

a long time ago, but

I never had the courage.

I wanted to believe

that you'd never find out.

Forgive me, hijo.

I assumed you'd be coming here.

Let's go.

You know,

I've been here so much since I was a kid,

but never without Taiguer.

And spending the night here alone

just felt so strange.

If you think about it, this is a cemetery.

For cars, cabrón, but still a cemetery.

Just ruins.

It's all expired.

I bet Taiguer must've felt

such deep loneliness all these years.

To me, it's clear

that this was the life he chose.

That he imposed

this loneliness on himself,

of living with car cadavers,

as a form of punishment.

You gotta go, Javo.

It's really hard for me to say this,

carnal, but

it's just not safe for anyone

if you stay here.

Venegas is untouchable,

and he's pissed at you.

To get to you, he could come after us.

No one wants to even mention you, carnal.

-And Malena

-I know.

I had already thought about it.

Actually, I'd already made up my mind.

I'm packing up my stuff,

and I'm moving north.

Should stop by.

Say goodbye to her.

She went to the Nazarenes.

Malena really needs closure now.

Javo

I love you, cabrón.

You're forever my carnalito.

And I'll always be here.

I heard everything

you said to Mike.

When you got pregnant and all,

how old were you?

Sixteen.

I was just a kid.

And did you really tell my grandparents

who the baby's father was?

No.

My father never spoke to me again.

He passed away some years later

without knowing.

My intention has never been to hurt you.

Everything I've done,

has been so you would not make

my same mistakes.

You're gonna hate me

for making you say who the father is,

when I didn't tell anyone myself.

I don't hate you, Mamá.

I think I understand you

now more than ever.

And

I think you can maybe

understand me better too.

Hm?

Mike said I might find you here.

And I, uh, wanted

to say goodbye to you, Malena.

I got something to tell you.

I'm pregnant.

Why didn't you say something?

You were busy kidnapping old ladies.

Malena, I told you

why that happened already.

Well, I've been thinking about it, and

beyond the blame we share

for Santos's death,

truth is

I don't wanna have a child with anyone

who, for whatever reason,

does that kinda stuff.

Will you have it?

Yeah.

This baby's coming,

and it's gonna be real happy.

Yes.

With its mother.

You mean as a single mother?

-You're gonna raise it by yourself?

-I've already done that.

With Santos, I never needed a man to help,

and I don't need help now either.

But this child is mine as well.

Malena, I beg you.

I want things to go back

to how they were before.

I wanna fix it. Please, flaca.

-With enough love between us we

-You don't understand sh*t, Javier.

Life took away my son.

It's giving me another one now.

This is my chance to do things right.

And nobody will stand in my way.

-You stopped loving me, right?

-No.

I'll always love you.

But it hurts too much, though.

Love and happiness must be earned.

And you and I haven't earned anything.

I'm crazy in love with you, Malena.

Can't imagine life without you.

I'd prefer k*lling myself, Male.

And if one day,

in the future, you forgive me, then

I'll be right here for you, for my child

I LOVE YOU LOTS, HEIDI.

BUS STATION

Northern Transport

and connections departing.

Final destination: Tijuana.

Passengers, please make your way

to the door.

-Call me when you get there.

-Yeah, baby. I'll miss you.

Morning, my fellow colleagues,

friends, and family

of the Alcaldía Itzapalapa.

We are here today

to respectfully acknowledge

that thanks to the heroic efforts

of officers Martín Ortega

and Miguel Ángel Reyes,

a kidnapping ring operating within

our district was successfully dismantled.

This kidnapping ring was led

by a Brian Tejada, aka "Pitbull,"

and Sandro Pérez, aka, "El Chano."

Therefore, our local command

awards these officers

with the Medal of Police Merit,

which both have decided to dedicate

to our fallen officer,

Raúl Santos Aguirre.

I also have the tremendous pleasure

of announcing

the promotion of Officer Reyes

to second lieutenant.

Congratulations.

Your new office is really nice.

Thanks.

I wanted to show you something.

Here, please. Grab a seat.

The forensic report.

CAUSE OF DEATH: g*nsh*t WOUND

I could use this to my advantage,

say that Javo is to blame

and take him outta the picture, but

that's not right.

As you see in the report,

it was an accident.

Javo's innocent.

My Santos

would never commit suicide.

No.

I didn't say that.

There's moments in life

when tragedy just strikes.

You defend him, because he's your brother.

But I defend my son.

No, Malena, I'm not defending anything.

It's in the report.

That trigger was pulled by Santos.

I don't care if Javier

didn't pull the trigger.

He's to blame as far as I know, Mike.

He's as guilty as me.

He k*lled my son

with his f*cking stubbornness.

I told him to stop this nonsense

we began when we were drunk.

I wasn't smart enough to end our affair.

And instead of helping me

end things between us,

Javo just kept sinking us deeper each day.

He told him everything.

And my Santos couldn't stand it.

And I warned him not to do it.

"If you say anything,

you would k*ll him, Javier."

But he's stubborn.

So don't try to convince me of anything,

because I won't forgive him, ever.

We keep our mouths shut

to avoid hurting people sometimes.

Or because you're a fool.

Or because you can't find

the right words or the right time.

You can count on me

for anything you need, Malena.

Taiguer was so loving.

The days that I spent with him

were incredible.

So attentive and considerate with us.

He even washed his hands

with turpentine to hold Santitos.

Yeah, honestly, Taiguer had a huge heart.

Always willing and ready to help others.

But he never bragged about it.

I would've guessed

that he only cared bout his Camaro.

I'm gonna miss that cabrón.

Sorry my uncle.

My father.

At Nora's request,

I chose some words

from the encíclica Veritatis Splendor.

"The truth, painful as can be

will never leave as many scars in its path

as will secrets

and lies.

In the words of John the Baptist,

'Nothing brings me greater joy

than to hear

that my children live in truth.'"

Nora, hija, excuse me.

Thank you, Father.

My dear son

mi amor,

your friends here

wanted to pay tribute to you

and dedicate these medals to you.

And I just wanted to say

I'll always love you.

And this humble, little gift's for you.

The truth is painful,

but in its path

leaves less scars than lies.

Say hi to your father, chamaco.

You're a little beacon of love

that'll fight off lies

and all that bad stuff.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I should've told you sooner.

I knew that as soon

as Santos saw his little face,

everything would be all right.

How's your pregnancy going?

Honestly, I'm enjoying it

more than the first time.

Life's taught me one thing

and that is that the best father

is the one who takes charge.

That baby's gonna need a father.

I would love to be there for you

whenever you need anything.

Carnal,

hope one day you might be able to

forgive me for not being honest on time.

IN LOVING MEMORY

FROM HIS MOTHER - HIS ONLY FAMILY

I love Malena.

And I swear I will straighten up my life.

But there's things

that'll always be the same, cabrón.

WWK

What will always stay the same

is who we are, güey.

We're the pinches kings of this town!

IN MEMORY OF LYNN FAINCHTEIN